Come on babe, won't you take a chance,
Your papa's gonna show you a brand new dance,
You shuffle on down, now don't you be no drag
And do that Election Year Rag.
You take two steps to the left and two steps to the right,
And then you stand in the middle and you hang on tight.
And come on down now, don't you lag,
And do that Election Year Rag.
Jump on that old bandwagon,
Here's what we're gonna do:
Go down to the Precinct Captain's house this morning
And scarf up some lame duck stew.
Well, don't you cry, don't shed no tears,
You know it only comes around every four years,
And I'm your dark horse and you're my nag,
Do that Election Year Rag.
If you feel like you need a score card,
Well, you really don't have to fuss.
You know the winner's always somebody else
And the loser is always us.
And it's shake it to the East, shake it to the West,
Hand me down my bullet-proof vest.
It's nobody's choice and it's anybody's guess
And do that Election,
There ain't no selection,
And do that Election Year Rag.